#guess i shall write them then :)

[blindmagdalena]

really obsessed with soulmate au’s recently and it got me thinking… what if john’s soulmate was part of the boys? a girl trying to kill him with an entire group of people also trying to kill him… and he’s fated to her? could picture him finding out and just putting his hands on his hips while turning his back to her and doing that click chuckle thing. just in utter disbelief but it is definitely on track for fate’s little play with him and his life lolol

Oohhh, you know, I've never played much with the soulmate au concept, but this struck me just right because I can so clearly see the slow, building meltdown that strikes him when that reveal drops.

The mirthless laugh, shaking his head, the hapless gesture to the ceiling before his hands drop. "Of course. Of course it's you. Why wouldn't it be? I mean—Christ, it makes sense, doesn't it? Every single person who was supposed to love me has-has fucked it, so why—" he keeps cutting into this escalating, unsettling laughter. There's nothing funny about it: you're sure that you're watching someone lose the last shred of their sanity in real time. "Why would my 'soulmate'-", he says, miming big, dramatic quotation marks. "-be any different?" That manic grin has shifted into tight baring of his teeth, a vicious sneer. He closes in on you, stands so near you can feel the heat of his breath when he hisses, "I should put you in the fucking dirt with the rest of them."

It should be terrifying, but it's hard to focus on anything other than the glassiness of his eyes. The sheer devastating heartbreak of it all, telegraphed clear as day in the way he carries himself. His eyes flare red, sizzling up the tears before they can fall. "And then you really will be all alone," you say. Maybe it's the hopelessness of the moment, maybe it's the shock of learning for yourself that he's supposed to be your one and only, but you feel numb. Frayed in a way you didn't know you could be. The crimson light of his eyes disappears in an instant, revealing surprise, followed by a wounded kind of look, before that familiar seething rage returns. "We'll see about that."

#oh man i could get carried away with this real easy #i did here lbr #i guess it's up to the author just how connected soulmates are and how that kind of reveal happens #idk i'm a baby to the genre #but it would be very fun to write a situation where HL wants to strangle them just as much as he wants to snuggle up in their lap #they're at odds in every conceivable way but there is this soul deep pull to one another #coming to terms with the fact passion is the root of BOTH hatred and love #also the idea that HL was sincerely holding out hope all this time that his One Perfect Person was out there waiting for him wounds ME #only to be struck down by the realization that oh they ALSO want him dead #aaaaaaAAAAAAA #i'm sorry i'm so rambly today lmao thank you for the ask!!! i'm gonna have brain worms all day #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #homelander x reader #homelander x you #soulmate au #my writing

[fallenorder-incorrectquotes]

Cere: Cal’s ability to manipulate certain situations in his favor is admirable, I would never constrain it.

[five minutes later]

Cere: CAL THE RULES OF CANDYLAND ARE VERY CLEAR—

#someone please write a fic of them playing candyland #or maybe I will #we shall see #if I had to guess which member of the mantis crew was the most competitive #it would be cere all the way #you cannot change my mind #source: actioncookbook #cere junda #cal kestis #jedi fallen order #jedi fallen order incorrect quotes #jedi survivor #jedi survivor incorrect quotes #star wars incorrect quotes #greez dritus #bd 1 #merrin

[kmackatie]

I am in a place currently where despite having many ideas of shadowgast stories I want to tell, the thought of actually sitting down and writing them is a herculean wall I cannot get over

they will return in time. I am still very happy to discuss ideas and headcanons and everything else, but new work may be a while off yet

#I have tried to force it #but it's just not happening #I'm really enjoying reading and discovering games and crafting that I don't have time or the headspace to sit and write much #I have some short oc bg3 fics in my drafts but they are mainly for me (and the three friends who care about them) #I may or may not post them we shall see #thank you for all the recent comments on fics I truly do treasure them #an update I guess

[just-french-me-up]

it was so hard to pick just one!! but:

10. "You don't know what you do to me."

Fandom : The Sandman

Pairing : Dream of the Endless x Fem!Nameless!Reader (3rd person, no (Y/N))

Rating : M/E (more suggestive than outright smut, but it has its moments)

Tags : Established relationship | PWP with feelings | 1.3K | Angst and comfort

The King of Dreams and Nightmares was a cold, distant creature. Or at least that was how he had been described to her on many occasions. Her own experience had proven those detractors wrong. There was nothing cold about Morpheus, except, perhaps, the spot he left in her bed once he returned to his duties, the memories of his hands and his mouth keeping her warm.

No, the Lord of the Dreaming was not the aloof being some liked to whisper about. Or so she thought.

Lately things had been... different. Upsetting was the word she would use, should she let herself think about it for too long. Ever since he let her in the heart of the Dreaming, she had barely even seen his shadow. At first, she told herself it was the order of things. King he was, and king he remained, with all the duties that came attached to the title. But then, there had been other instances. Avoiding her eyes. Barely looking at her when she stood in the same room as him. Exchanging but a few terse words whenever he failed to avoid her altogether.

It was no wonder to her, then, why the rumours about his nature were so grim. His indifference was not cold. It was glacial.

As a consequence, she spent most of her time alone, exploring a palace she had been let it without a guide. The library was by far the most comforting place she had found so far. She would spend her time there, browsing, marvelling at the sheer endlessness of it. She could have sworn that each night brought a new row of shelves which was not there the day before.

She had taken to reading every unwritten poetry book she could get her hands on. Words scribbled on a restaurant napkin. Half-written confessions. Cries for help. Songs of kinship. She was engulfed in her second volume of the night when footsteps echoed around her and, eventually, stopped.

"I trust you have found the Library to your liking."

Her head snapped up at the sound of his voice. That was more words than he had given her whole week. Standing a few feet away, Morpheus was looking at her, his impassive demeanour in keeping with the rest of his recent aloofness. The first few days, she'd been saddened by it. Now, her melancholy had soured, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

"I have," she said, trying and failing not to let resentment colour her words.

He looked, no, observed her from far. Whatever his thoughts were, his face let nothing through.

"I shall leave you to it."

Morpheus had almost turned his back when she snapped her book closed.

"Have I done something?" she asked, standing up from her seat.

He turned around to face her, his brow twitching slightly. His beauty was almost cruel.

"My love?"

"Have you grown tired of me? Do you regret bringing me here? You have barely looked at me since I set foot in the palace."

Something in his expression changed. The stoic mask slipped somewhat as he held her gaze. He did not look angry. He looked hurt.

"You don't know what you do to me."

His words hung in the air between them, almost like a confession. She could have sworn the light filtering through the windows of the library had dimmed.

"Everything here came from me," he continued, looking around them. "Every wall, every stone, every detail was but a thought at first. I made it all. I can feel all of it, for it was once part of me. Nowhere is it more true than here, in the palace. Its entirety could shift, with a single thought of mine."

He took a hesitant step closer, his eyes still gazing deeply into hers. A warm breeze blew against her, although no window was open.

"I did not anticipate how much my thoughts would... wander, once I brought you here."

Although she never averted her eyes, her vision was overwhelmed with images. She saw herself, her back against a bookshelf, hair tangled and cheeks flushed, Morpheus standing between her legs, her thighs held against each side of his hips. She could feel it all, the bite of the wood against her shoulder blades, the fingers digging into her flesh, his hot breath blowing against her neck, the warmth of him against her, inside her.

The vision was gone before she could draw another breath. Behind her, a full shelf of books fell on the floor, making her jump. When she turned back to Morpheus, the heat on her cheeks was no illusion. The room itself felt warmer, almost unbearably so.

"My thoughts rule the Dreaming," he continued, a slight rasp in his voice. "Your presence tends to make them more difficult control."

Another vision struck her. The bookshelf was gone, replaced by the table on her right. Her dress was a mess, fabric hanging from her shoulders, her skirts gathered at her waist. Her hand was lost in a mess of wild hair as Morpheus, knelt on the hardwood floor, worshipped at her altar. Another flick of his tongue overwhelmed her, making her thighs shiver with pleasure. A real, audible moan echoed the vision's, filling the silence of the library.

She slammed her hand against her mouth. Morpheus was closer now, within reach.

"Is it like this all the time?" she asked.

"Whenever you are in my presence," he confirmed.

An onslaught of images flickered before her eyes, mere glances into what she understood to be broader, more consuming fantasies. The feeling of wood against her knees and the salty taste of him. The sensation of soft sheets and his warm skin against her back. His fingers bringing her to completion. His tongue teasing hers.

The echoes of pleasure left her wanting, her breathing short and her knees weak. Morpheus seemed the farthest thing from indifferent now, his gaze studying her intently, as though coming up with other fantasies tailored to this very moment.

"Forgive me, my love," he murmured. "I have neglected you, trying to keep these thoughts from ruling me."

"Will it always be like this? Will you always keep away?"

A faint smile danced on his lips.

"No. I will master them soon. It is only a matter of time. I merely wish to keep my subject from experiencing them until I do. It would make carrying out my duties rather... embarrassing."

"I see. I did not know the Lord of the Dreaming could feel embarrassment."

"Some things are better left between the two us. I do not need the entire realm to know what we sound like in the throes of pleasure."

"Is that a possibility?"

"Very much so."

Morpheus ran a hand through her hair. The touch was accompanied by a phantom kiss in her neck, the hint of unseen teeth teasing her skin. How unfair it was that she could not retaliate. Then again, if she felt him this way, how much did he feel himself, the catalyst of every unconscious thought? The frustration of it had to be unbearable.

"I shall have it under my control soon," he assured her. "Do not deprive yourself of all the Dreaming has to offer in the meantime."

"I did not intend to. Morpheus?"

"Yes?"

She took his hand and kissed his palm, her lips purposefully insistent. He was warm against her, never cold. There was a shift in his eyes, and the light of the room dimmed further, almost plunging them in the darkness.

"Do not just show me, next time, yes?"

"I'm afraid we would need eons for me to put it all in practice, love of mine," he chuckled softly.

"We've got nothing but time."

send me a smutty prompt?

#the sandman #sandman #the sandman netflix #sandman fics #my writing #dream x reader #dream x y/n #i guess #dream x oc #the oc who shall not be named #morpheus x reader #morpheus x y/n #morpheus x oc #listen i liked that concept it's fun!!!! #mainly because dream being consumed by lust is my favorite trope #and his lack of communication is STELLAR #that's not canon in the WIP but i do like that idea very much :'))))) #he has so many daydreams he doesn't know where to PUT THEM #listen there are so many smut possibilities #dream being able to give pleasure without touch? YES #dream being able to have replicas of himself?????????????????? NOW. NOW DONT TEMPT ME #the dreaming is a literal sandbox and everything is possible and i'll make it everyone's problem

[tahtahfornow]

hello tumblrinas just dropping in at this slightly ungodly (my time) hour to say. i wrote something here it is:

our stitching and unstitching (7k, the raven cycle, pynch)

. . . but how many pounds could synchronize this man’s breaths with his own?  Which diamond would carve Ronan’s name into his marrow?  What gold or silver key might unlock the cage of Adam’s ribs and let Ronan hold between cupped hands his beating bloody heart?

(or: the one in which Blue is a prostitute, actually. Dublin, late 1930s.)

#its just a short lil silly lil pynch thing #basically my version of fluff #had to write just a small something abt ronan n adam i love them so much #but after this i promise i'll finally get back to the drag fic!! which i have not touched! in so long! #dont worry :) #life has honestly been a lil rough lately so <3<3 #hopefully this shall harken a positive turn!! #fics #my fic #pynch #trc #adam parrish #ronan lynch #etc etc etc #will also reblog at a more normal time tomorrow i guess

[cxpperhead]

The days were getting shorter and so was Copperhead's tolerance for the cold, the abrupt end of summer leaving a distinct chill in the air he hadn't quite gotten used to yet. Doing so would take time; the changing of seasons always caught him off-guard even though he could feel it in his scales that winter was coming, speeding towards the land on hurried winds of mist and cold. Just the thought made him not want to get up ever again, to never leave this haven of comfort and warmth even though he knew he couldn't stay forever and neither could his guest for that matter, despite having spent a most wonderful night nestled within his coils... A rustle in the blankets caught his attention suddenly, movement in the blankets next to him alerting Copperhead that his companion was not only stirring but beginning to awaken, their new position quickly leaving him cold as their bodies momentarily seperated- "No, don't move yet." Copperhead mumbles sleepily, muscular tail sliding around their torso before soundly dragging them back into his nest of blankets and duvet covers with a soft thump. Renewed warmth instantly floods through his scales, bringing him fresh waves of pleasure though perhaps much to his bedmate's chagrin, now finding themselves being treated more of a captive than lover.

#🐍 || musings #;; drabble #Just a sleepy smol before bed bc Copperhead is a real hog when it comes to bedtime #Mainly when it comes to sharing a bed with someone :') #He will not let them leave until he is good and ready #Unless it's an emergency GOOD LUCK #;; sinday #I'm not sure what I was doing with this but I'm sure I'll be disgusted with my writing when I wake up #Good news everyone just one more shift tomorrow and schediule should be back to normal! #Then again that's what they said last time lmao #Ah well we shall see #I'll try and get a response or two eked out in the morning my writing has suffered HARD in this workload #Just wanted to write a sleepy snek I guess :') #Some muses he will absolutely do this to asdfghjkl

[gottagobuycheese]

A very belated Happy @orvwomenweek Day 5, featuring a tiny Asuka Ren for the prompt “fiction”! 

[ID: A digital art piece depicting Asuka Ren from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint as a child. She lays out across the floor, propping herself up on her elbows and kicking her feet in the air as she doodles various drawings on large sheets of paper. She is dressed in light blue jeans and a purple and yellow top, and has a red plaster with white butterflies stuck on her right forehead. Her dark, wavy hair is pinned back by two hair clips, and stops just above her shoulders. She grins down at her current work, a childish drawing of a grassy forest with a large, tiger-like creature eating the small stick figures. Beside it is a completed drawing of a black dragon spitting flames at a swordsperson and a wizard, who fight beneath black storm clouds. A cup of assorted colored pencils sits at her left side. /end ID]

#orvww #orvww 2023 #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #asuka ren #and finally something without spoilers so you can actually look at this asa XD #this could be literally any of them as a child lmao #BUT YOU KNOW WHO PROBABLY SPENT THEIR ENTIRE CHILDHOOD DRAWING DRAGONS??? #THAT KID!! #she deserves it #if she ever got dolls as a present she definitely beheaded them #my attempts at art #there were so many fics I wanted to write for this week but judging how fast this came together once I set aside the time for it #I'm guessing the writing juices have officially run dry :( #maybe some day they shall see the light of day... #but definitely not in time to submit lol

[icewindandboringhorror]

sometimes looking at like Self Help Strategies lists for the symptoms I'm having is always just like:

thing that I already do

thing I have tried 10 times

thing I already do

thing that I don't have the money to do

thing I already do

thing I've been doing since I was 10yrs old to no avail

thing that is impossible given my situation

thing that doesn't apply to me

thing that I already do

thing I have already tried

hrmm, oh wait, maybe finally- OH, yeah.. okay. thing that I already do but it was just phrased slightly differently

thing I have already done

#I think maybe productivity tips help less if the reason you're unproductive is partially like.. physcial health and other extenral things #out of your control. rather than just like having trouble paying attention or spending too much time on tiktok or whatever #all the strategic to do lists in the world are not going to somehow prevent me from waking up with a debilitating migraine or whatever #or having external stressors or lacking resources and connections or other Productivity Essentials etc. #especially many tips involve stuff like 'cut off from social media' since thats the modern day time waster for so many poeple #and it's like.. lol.. i can hardly even maintain a blog even thuogh i actively WANT TO DO SO. 'shut off your smart phone!' already #done babey i fucking hate smart phones i shall never use an app unless i am forced to. 'delete tiktok' yep. already covered. tiktok and #all of those thinsg are my enemies. 'save money by cancelling some of your services' cool. already ahead of you. #who the fuck is out here paying for like 10 different subscription services. pirated videos uploaded to google drive and youtube to mp3 #my beloved. etc. etc. and so on. 'socialize less' .........LOL.. if only you knew.. mr.writer of the article. i can barely muster #talking to friends more than once a month and even less if I'm actively sick (often occurence) etc. etc. ... hewoo #I think maybe instead of generic productivity tips I need more like.. how to refocus and be productive anyway even if you have a headache #or are nauseous or etc. Not that those are always things to ignore. and of course you should let your body rest and etc. But plenty of peop #e have mild physical symptoms and just work through them. Ithink something about the way my body/mind is SOO hyper attuned to all #sensory information just makes it like... constantly 'GRR well I cant focus on WRITING right now because my lef #t ear feels weird and my socks are too itchy and my back has a strange pressure and I'm vaguely warm and my eye feels some ssort of #way it doesnt normally feel and I'm hyperaware of my breathing and also nauseous for no reason' and like half of those things I #think '''normal''' people wouldnt even notice or at least would be able to just live through. but for me it's like.. nealry impossible to i #gnore and soooo distracting always. like 'wahh.. nooo we can't draw or get anything done.. my legs feel slightly heavy or something!!' #like............. ok......... who cares. thats not even a PAIN sensation it's just something weird. but it's just like.. NO. constant #mental alerts about the 'heaviness' of your legs be upon ye. Though Imean like.. yes.. 70% of the time I am in genuine pain #or having some sort of actual ailment with trackable physical symptoms. but sometimes it's just like... we could totally be working right #now and ignoring this silly thing but my brain is fixated on it for no reason uncontrollably. etc. etc. I guess it's the same way that like #most people can go to a grocery store without the whole experience being so overwhelming and so much stuff going on at once #that they have to rest afterwards but like.. in my own HOME doing NOTHING i feel like I should be able to not get overwhelmed lol. ANYWAY #Rolling my bastard little rock up a dumbass hill and so on and so forth

[apocalypticdemon]

having one of those evenings where im looking for fic and nothing scratches the itch. how dare it be that nobody has written the specific relationships with the specific tropes i want in the way i want it written ://

#to be incredibly clear: this is a joke #i absolutely dont believe everyone should cater to my tastes #and i have the ability to write. #this is a joking 'do i have to do everything myself? gdi' rather than anything serious #i have had some Specific-Ass Scenarios in my mind for over a year for like 4 different ships #and truthfully the only way i shall be free is if i write and publish them my damn self #which. i am trying. #i have stalled out on the structure of all of them and worry about characterization. #but like. clearly nobody is gonna magically make the fun brain images be on the page for me. how dare. #guess i'll have to do it myself like i've been threatening to do for like 3 years now. #take the plunge and actually post something. hells knows what. but something. #plot eludes me but the ideas are all tied together so. ugh #how do i mash the pieces together? i dunno. but i want to figure it out bc The Images. They Haunt Me.

[maideninorange]

Give Iyozane a headache or something

27. Headache/Migraine

(TW: Migraines, Nausea-mention, Sickness. Migraines are no small thing, as I hope to demonstrate here. It gets nasty.)

The first thing Iyozane was aware of when they come to was that their head hurt. Everything hurt actually, but their head most of all, like someone was pounding a hammer into their body over and over and over again.

A weak groan escapes their throat faintly. They try to open their eyes. Blurry colors of gold, red, and silver greet their sore eyes before they close them from the pain.

"... Iyooo!" Their ears ring from the shout that echos from... Mitori's voice, they think. They raise what they think are their palms, trembling and shaking, to their face as if that could soothe the pain.

Even the weight of covers and their own hair was utter agony on their senses. Iyozane abruptly feels the urge to throw up.

A hand shakes their shoulders, and Iyozane finds themself opening their eyes long enough to take in the probably concerned look on Mitori's face. They then close them lest it hurts anymore.

"Stop... Please..." Meaningless words escape their throat, begging for reprieve. But there is no reprieve anywhere from the pounding in their head.

"Iyo, you there?! We...We were having tea together when you... mentioned a headache...and then you fell over...We were...worried sick! Is it... still there?"

Every word hurt to listen to. Iyozane forces their head to move up and down, a nod. Another groan slips through their lips.

"Call... Tsugumi... Fumikado..." They beg. They had no idea why this happened. Thinking any further on it hurt far far more. Thinking at all hurts. But maybe.. Just maybe they might know?

Heh...They feel sleepy... Sleep might make the aching stop.

"Iyo? Iyo?! Come on, stay with me! Someone, I need a doctor, come on... Iyo!!!"

#ask and you shall receive (writing requests) #fujiwara no iyozane #ooama no ake no mitori #tw migraine #len'en #len'en project #I was gonna imply something supernatural was going on #but in the end I leave it to the imagination #(and don't worry Iyozane ain't dead lol) #(they're just having a migraine) #it's rather messy honestly #but I really wanted to convey the agony of a migraine so I guess it works lol #(though seriously migraines are no joke) #(I actually have a family history of them) #(though thankfully I've never had one) #(my brother got them though) #(I remember him being bedridden. Missed several weeks of school one time because they were so bad.) #(I even asked my mom for help as she's the one he got them from) #(you can thank her for the line involving hair) #(migraines are god awful) #(and I don't need to have one to tell you that) #Devangara siblings

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

#it is truly so wild to go from feeling miserable and hopeless all the time for... lets look at my excel sheet #the last 23 days. then to suddenly rocket up to smiling to myself all day. the world is so fucking beautiful #for no rational reason aside from what i have to assume is a chemical shift in my body #like is this what happy ppl feel like all the time? its truely so crazy. have i always been like this? #did i not notice this was a thing? like ive definitely noticed it in the last year but like ??? #my suspicion is that it doesnt actually last long enough to b considered hypomania but like idk i should see a doctor probably lol #u would think being happy would make it easier to do things but i just keep forgetting to do them and just like spacing out lol bc rn i #feel chill. even tho i need to make a list of the shit i gotta do by Friday. bleh. but idk it makes being in thr lab so much nicer bc i #mean. i still dont give a fuck abt what im doing but im like fuck it this isnt gonna b my problem in like 2-3 months. even tho im sure ill #still have to write up everything. but idk. it also makes it easier to b like. ok so i kno what my problems r lets plan yo make things not #so horrible so u dont just live a miserable life and then like die having lived a life of fear. like its so crazy how much easier thst is #to do rn??? well see how long it lasts but yea v strange. wish i could control my fucking focus tho. like that would b great #its like the fucking painting of hypnose. my focus is like a lighthouse wildly swinging its light around until it sometimes blasts me in #the face. like not helpful. i need to b able to do things. #i guess the weird thing rn is thst while i feel happy. i also have this like simmering fear of irrational things. like when i used to live #in my parents basement and i was terrified of the dark rooms down there at night. like that kind of childish baseless fear #but like im in i tiny tiny apartment lol like bro what r u scared of??? silly silly silly #idk hopefully it holds out the whole rest of the week and then i can travel and see my parents like !!! yo !!! happy vibes :-D #that would b kinda unhinged lmao. i doubt itll last thst long. its already slipped from this morning so we shall see #unrelated

[nocherryblood]

No one:

My autistic-ass thinking the new ObeyMe! event was gonna be all about steam trains:

My reaction when I found out it wasn't about steam trains but was about steampunk:

#niche topic that not many people think of #my hot demon bois #obey me #omswd #obey me shall we date #actuallyautistic #i mean steam trains arent a special interest of mine BUT i do love them very much #and especially just the idea of combined with sent my brain into a frenzy #steampunk is a fair trade off... i guess #next give me doctor who references and gravity falls references and i wont be able to function normally for at least a year #or give me lucifer and mc touring a vacuum/hoover factory because im an aspie and i said so #things that will never happen 😣 #unless... unless i wrote it...? jk jk... unless? 😳 #saveom #write #save

[transsexualraskolnikov]

alas! i am finally writing my way-too-long-in-production crime and punishment fanfic with female raskolnikov! it's going along awfully but i keep beating myself over with a stick, yelling "IT'S THE FIRST DRAFT, IT'S THE FIRST DRAFT" over and over. being a writer is painful.

#lesbian raskolnikov and lesbian razumikhin make my brain go BRRRRRRRRRRRR #while writing this i also began writing one other fic #with a scene i really want to use in this fic but i thought it would be cool even within like the canon-compliant restraints #with raskolnikov and razumikhin being men #so i tried that and im simultaneously writing two fics at once #just switching between them whenever i run out of ideas for one #MULTITASKING BABEY!!!!!! #i have spent the majority of my evening + night on this and i have only something over 1k words in each of the fics #god writing is HARD #writing tag #personal #i dont know why i tag the posts i make with 'personal' #i started doing it in like 2016 and i guess i never stopped #im gonna.......... come up with a better tag #it shall be................... #natali speaks

[taexual]

omg please don’t stop writing about “unnecessary” parts, i lovee details 😭😭😭 sleepwalker is amazing btw 🫶

i'm writing the way i always write! if i only wrote the things that i thought were anticipated from me or if i catered to a specific audience, then, i'm afraid, it wouldn't be my story anymore 🥲

#ask #anonymous #taexual; sleepwalking #whether that's good or bad depends on your point of view i guess? #the amount of details and the necessity for them is a debatable thing anyway #but i appreciate the comments -- both in favor of the details and against them!! #it gives me a different perspective and i value that very much! it shall be something in the back of my mind when i edit #but ultimately what i'm saying is that this is how i write you know? #this is how i choose to tell this story #it's what i feel necessary for it #but ah anyway anyway thank you for reading it!! 🥺

[hairstevington]

I love the snippet! But also I need sentences from "Ghostface AU"

Ahhh ok yes!! This is one I also am excited about but not sure I will write because I hate killing off characters and making anyone an evil murderer lol. Just wrote the first three sentences for ya <3

Chrissy loved when her parents went out of town - not so that she could throw huge parties like the other jocks and cheerleaders begged her to do - she liked it because she got to be alone, eat junk food, and watch movies her mother didn’t approve of.  This was supposed to be one of those relaxing, luxurious nights. Instead, the phone rang.

#I love that you guys are excited about my stories!! #I guess let me know if these interest you and I'll continue and maybe publish them???? #We shall seeeeeeee #writing #WIP tag game #ask

[gibbearish]

security breach ruin spoilers in tags

#heres some random tags to hopefully hide them under the see more thing #if not oh well anyone whos trying to avoid em can simply avert thine eyes or will simply have the tag #security breach ruin spoilers #filtered so all shall be well with the world #ANYWAYS im watching a video about the good endings right now and i want to put my guess down in writing before i see it #i think the second gregory voice that directs you in escaping the mimic and then kills you in the elevator is also fake #cassie leaves the other walkie talkie with the mimic and theres no explanation for why this gregory knows cassie was there #mostly because i feel like making the ten year old protagonist of your video game murder another child in an #elevator is a wild character choice if that is actually what happens kenfksnfksbfksbdk #anyways will check back in after i finish the video